Puttin on the Style - Lonnie Donegan

Sweet sixteen goes to church

Just to see the boys

She laughs and screams and giggles

At every little noise

She turns her face a little

She turns her head awhile

But she knows she’s only putting on the style

She’s putting on the agony

Putting on the style

That’s what all the young folks

Are doing all the while

And as I look around me

I’m sometimes apt to smile

Seeing all the young folks putting on the style

The young man in his hot rod car

Driving like he’s mad

With a pair of yellow gloves

He’s borrowed from his dad

He makes it roar so loudly

Just to make his girlfriend smile

But she knows he’s only putting on the style

He’s putting on the agony

Putting on the style

That’s what all the young folks

Are doing all the while

And as I look around me

I’m sometimes apt to smile

Seeing all the young folks putting on the style

Preacher in the pulpit

Roars with all his might

Sings Glory Hallelujah

Puts the people in a fright

They all think it’s satan

That’s running down the aisle

But it’s only Preacher putting on the style

He’s putting on the agony

Putting on the style

That’s what all the young folks

Are doing all the while

And as I look around me

I’m sometimes apt to smile

Seeing all the young folks putting on the style

Seeing all the young folks putting on the style